Sometimes, being too hard to kill wasn't a good thing.
Thanks to Hogg, Blackwatch had inherited his powerful immortality. They weren't as tough as the other legions, but their health bars were off the charts. As long as they didn't die on the spot, their highly active cells would slowly regenerate them until they were once again lively little Cloaked Cockroaches.
Ten thousand years—an entire ten thousand years! Hogg had spent that long searching the Imperium for the author of the erotic novel known as Little Deer Ice Cream, only to discover that the culprit had been right under his nose: one of his own children.
Now it all made sense. Whenever Hogg ordered Blackwatch to crack down hard, Ice Cream would vanish without a trace. The moment he eased up, she would suddenly pop back out. So there had been a mole all along.
Looking at Ginny hanging upside down from the ceiling, Hogg whipped off his belt and swung it at her. He didn't care about treating sons and daughters differently. The fact that he hadn't dragged her off for humane extermination was already an act of mercy.
As the loving father's belt cracked again and again, Ross, watching the interrogation from the side, wore a satisfied smile. That's it, that's it! Finally, I'm not the only one getting beaten by Dad! He fanned the flames some more.
"Father, Ginny isn't just an ordinary heretic anymore. You have to hit her hard. Why don't we turn her into a Dreadnought? There are so many Dreadnoughts in the Fourth Company anyway. She'd make a perfect Dreadnought captain."
Even as she was being strung up and beaten, Ginny cursed him out.
"Ross, you old bastard, shut up! I've shed blood for Blackwatch! I've earned merit for Blackwatch! Father, please let